[Z-Ro:]Keeping crack out my pocket, a pistol but I don't cock itAll I wanna do is get paid, but the legal wayI use to be selling drugs, running up and down the boulevardBetter respect, whatever the desert eagle say5-2 due for Z-Ro, with a mad super egoCouldn't nobody, tell a nigga nothing about lifeTill I started tripping too hard, smoking them sherms in the darkAnd was a witness to my people, being shot twiceI had to get my mind right, stop gripping that iron tightEverybody, ain't out to get a nigga for breadBut I promise it wasn't nothing, but niggaz be gum bumpingMy pistol'll come jumping, nothing but infrared32 grams up, and this killer could be a veteran not a rookieZ-Ro is that nigga, that'll see thoed 'fore it's over withDealing with haters and perpetrators, trying to fade usBut I'm cooking up something major, wait till they get a load of it

[Hook:]Struggling, to changeTrying to find, an exit out of the gameLooking for a better way, to make changeDaily decisions, bout to make a brother break maynAll I ever did, was wanna shineMake enough money, just so I could support mineAll the days of my life, I been on my grindLaws trying to lock me down, for a lifetime

[Z-Ro:]We use to be pimping broads, Mo City to Clinton ParkThey tell us we went too hard, trying to make us a millionBut look what we living in, gotta get us some dividendsRolling over ridiculous niggaz, that be screaming out many menWishing death on you, when they pull or take on youTell me, what you gon do nowI'm really trying to change, don't make me get up and get that thang maynClose range, I will blow you downEveryday, I'm banging ScrewYour slab just ain't no slab, if Robert Davis ain't in itEveryday, I'm banging ScrewYour slab just ain't no slab, if Robert Davis ain't in it-in it-in it

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[Point Blank:]Listen it's hard to think, when your mind goes blankLeaning on these cake ass niggaz, like a pintI write what I feel, and I feel what I writeFuck if a nigga don't like it, and bitch wanna fightThe struggle ingrade in my skin, by the tip of a dull knifeOne verse from Jay-Z, got me doing a hard knock lifeListen I try to stay focused, sometime my vision get blurryAnd distracted, why all these people keep on fucking with meI move swiftly through the vultures, rats and roachesPlaying chess, with these toy soldiersBut you can't complain, when you carrying the whole world on your shouldersCause people depending on you, niggaz gotta eatNow how you gon look, big pimping and big livingAnd all the click that run with you, sleeping on the streetsI do the best I can, I bust my assIf the next man can't do the same, I wash my hands I'm struggling to change